Rita De
Abstract Drama
My soul is the oven
I am happy in the flame
Love is a burning oven
The ego is its fuel.
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Where Does De...
There Could b...
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The Gifts of ...
The Essence O...
The Essence o...
Pain-stricken
The Embrace
The embrace
Nobody seems to complaint the loss they regularly suffer, Now they curse the legends of the liberty... Nobody seems to complaint the loss they regularly suffer, Now they curse the le...
The poem shows that it takes time to make art and not even a second to break it. The poem shows that it takes time to make art and not even a second to break it.
I poured ‘sevdah’ into a porcelain mug and sipped it with my evening tea as the sun again went on it... I poured ‘sevdah’ into a porcelain mug and sipped it with my evening tea as the ...
And you ask me if you'll see my difficulties and ugliness more than the show that I put on. And you ask me if you'll see my difficulties and ugliness more than the show tha...
The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burden of the pain of ag... The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burd...
But one fine day, many years later, your daughter too will have an angel to see. But one fine day, many years later, your daughter too will have an angel to see.
“I don’t have a home to go back to, I don’t know where I want to go. Perhaps; I just like going.” “I don’t have a home to go back to, I don’t know where I want to go. Perhaps; ...
All for one and one for all, That is unity. All for one and one for all, That is unity.
Doom had been unleashed Doom had been unleashed
A lone soul among thick and brisk crowds. A lone soul among thick and brisk crowds.
"Only the glass pricked through my eye And last night's mattress spoke of its lumps..." "Only the glass pricked through my eye And last night's mattress spoke of its lu...
In the modern era, we purchase their labor and transform them into slave with depraving In the modern era, we purchase their labor and transform them into slave with de...
A tormenting endearment in her heart A tormenting endearment in her heart
The poem shows all the phases of life. The poem shows all the phases of life.
I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live.. I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live..
Never again depend on a single ruler. Never again depend on a single ruler.
I am not brainstormed by false allegations I am not brainstormed by false allegations
I need the joker to love me fully, unbiasedly, and with all his might. I need the joker to love me fully, unbiasedly, and with all his might.
The joy of mutual self-giving.” The joy of mutual self-giving.”
No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image. No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image.
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